Two More Blocks Home

A bridge settled down
In the paved valley
Is fog of concrete pillars
Pushing at your side
____________As you accept passing
through the brume
Up high but right around envoloping
me, bearing me through
Rough exhaust-wind
in my ears held up to the world.
It holds me
As I would a seashell,
Hearing cyclones
Of breaths and breaths
That dampen my chest.
And a religion stirs.